Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.